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The last thing Noiz wants is to see Koujaku again, so naturally he runs into him at every possible opportunity. Be it information brokering or even the occasional Rhyme match he goes out to see, more often than not a discomfiting crimson will skirt the edges of his vision, leaving him unsure if he's seeing things and uncomfortably on edge.
All things considered, therefore, it's a pretty fucking stupid move to infringe upon the old man's home territory by going to plague Aoba about joining his Rhyme team again so soon after... well, that. But it's a Tuesday morning, he's already sold off the information about Usui's whereabouts to the highest bidder, and his team's been coming up with a severe lack of new potential lately. In other words, he's got nothing better to do, and he figures it's as good a time as any to take a hike down the well-worn paths of Midorijima to Junk Shop Heibon.
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